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Ryker pulled away, his eyes dark and predatory as he surveyed the desperate, panting mess that was Caleb Colby. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Remember who you're asking."
"Who else is here?" Caleb shot back, his voice laced with equal parts defiance and need. "Now fuck me, you infuriating bastard."
With a throaty chuckle, Ryker obliged. He spat on Caleb's hole, slicking it and opening him up with a surprising gentleness that made Caleb's heart ache. Then, finally, he positioned his thick cock at Caleb's entrance and pressed in, the delicious stretch of it making Caleb shudder and grip the bed for dear life.
"Fuck, Ryker," Caleb breathed, biting his lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to slip out. He had to stay quiet -- this was for Ryker's ears only.
"Mine," Ryker growled as he slid deeper still, until he was buried to the hilt inside Caleb. His voice was fierce, possessive, but Caleb heard an undercurrent of something more – an unspoken promise, a vow to protect and care for him, no matter what darkness lay ahead.
"Yours," Caleb agreed, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure and pain of being taken so completely. And in that moment, he knew that he'd never be able to settle for anything less again.
Every inch of him was filled, claimed, owned by the man who'd somehow managed to worm his way past all of Caleb's defenses, and there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
As Ryker began to move, Caleb found himself caught between the rough, unyielding rhythm and the tender care with which each thrust was delivered. His smaller body was engulfed by Ryker's larger one, their bodies crashing together like waves upon a rocky shore. And with every push and pull, Caleb felt more and more consumed by the storm that was Ryker Baranov.
"God," he gasped as his hips rose up instinctively to meet the deeper strokes, hungry for the fullness that only this man could provide. The sensation of being claimed so thoroughly, of surrendering to the raw power that coursed through Ryker's veins, was intoxicating, and Caleb wanted nothing more than to drown in it.
"Is this what you need?" Ryker asked, a wicked grin playing across his lips. "Tell me how much you want it."
"More," Caleb breathed, the word cracking under the weight of his desire. "Please, give me more."
"Greedy boy," Ryker chuckled, but there was a warmth in his voice that made Caleb's heart soar. He continued his relentless pace, driving into Caleb with a perfect blend of dominance and devotion that threatened to shatter him completely.
Caleb's thoughts raced, a frenzied mix of lust and disbelief at the intimacy he was experiencing. No one had ever made him feel so cherished, so desired, and so vulnerable all at once. And as the pleasure built, threatening to overtake him, he clung desperately to Ryker, seeking solace in the solid strength of the man who held him captive.
"Fuck, I can't hold on," he whispered as his climax approached, a tidal wave cresting on the horizon. "Ryker, I–"
"Let go, Caleb," Ryker commanded, his voice a soothing balm to Caleb's frayed nerves. "I've got you."
And with that, Caleb shattered. He pressed his mouth against the crook of Ryker's shoulder, muffling his helpless moans against Ryker's hard flesh. His orgasm ripped through him in a silent explosion of ecstasy. He clung to Ryker, fingers digging into the broad expanse of his back as his body trembled and convulsed in the aftershocks.
The intensity of the moment between them grew as Ryker's thrusts grew more urgent. His breathing was coming in short, ragged bursts now. Caleb could feel his movements grow more frenzied, more desperate for release as he pushed closer and closer to the edge.
He let out a groan as he crested the edge, and then his whole body tightened and shuddered with pleasure as his climax hit him like a thunderbolt. His release came pouring out of him in a flood of sensation, filling Caleb with heat.
As Ryker reached his own peak, Caleb could feel the tremors of pleasure coursing through him. With one last grunt, Ryker shuddered against him, spilling his essence inside of Caleb in an affirmation of their connection.
As he collapsed onto Caleb, their bodies slick with sweat and lust, they lay entwined, breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow that only such raw honesty and vulnerability could bring.
"Thank you," Caleb whispered, feeling a weight lifted from his chest that he hadn't even realized was there.
"Anytime," Ryker murmured, pressing a kiss to Caleb's forehead. "You deserve it."
And for the first time in his life, Caleb believed it.
Chapter fourteen
Palmtreesswayedgentlyin the breeze as waves lapped at the pristine, sunny shore. Caleb couldn't help but marvel at their surroundings: the vibrant colors of the market stalls, the intoxicating scents of exotic flowers and spices that filled the air, and the laughter of tourists and locals alike as they mingled.
"Did you see that necklace, Aaron?" Caleb asked playfully, using the fake name Ryker had started using when they'd first arrived on the island two months ago. He looped his arm through Ryker's, feigning wide-eyed wonder like any other tourist who had come to escape their mundane lives. "It would look absolutely divine on me, don't you think?"
Ryker shot him an amused glance, his salt-and-pepper hair glinting in the sunlight, and scowled half-heartedly. "You're pushing it, Dylan," he grumbled, using Caleb's alias with a certain begrudging fondness.
It was clear, though, that he couldn't stay annoyed for long. The past couple of months had been a whirlwind of excitement and danger, but also a time of bonding and growing closer as they evaded the mafia's reach and protected Eli.
Eli seemed blissfully ignorant of the flirtatious banter between Caleb and Ryker. His attention was completely absorbed by a colorful toy he'd found, clicking beads back and forth.
"Come on, old man," Caleb teased, giving Ryker's arm a playful squeeze, "lighten up a little. We're supposed to be having fun." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice seductively, "Unless, of course, you'd rather we find a more... private spot to enjoy ourselves."
